It would even buy you a man!" Morgana paused in the act of pouring out a second cup of coffee, and her face dimpled with amusement.
"Buy me a man!" she echoed--"You think it would ?" "Of course it would!" Manella averred--"If you wanted one, which I daresay you don't.

For all I know, you may be like the man who is living in the consumption hut on the hill,--he ought to have a woman, but he doesn't want one." Morgana buttered her little breakfast roll very delicately.
"The man who lives in the consumption hut on the hill!" she repeated, slowly, and with a smile--"What man is that ?" "I don't know--" and Manella's large dark eyes filled with a strangely wistful perplexity.

"He is a stranger--and he's not ill at all.

He is big and strong and healthy.

But he has chosen to live in the 'house of the dying,' as it is sometimes called--where people from the Plaza go when there's no more hope for them.